There’s a civil war going on in my head
There’s a civil war going on in my head
where armies charge a cemetery ridge
past growing heaps of wounded and dead.
They fight to the death to capture the bridge
And cross to the bank where the grass is green
The flags of both side unfurled and held high
The symbols for which the innocent die
But nobody can tell me what they mean
Or articulate what it is they dread.
The reasons for fighting remain unsaid.
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